Author's Note- Alright…explanation for long wait at bottom…and I learned something new in French and thus changed the name (as mon is masculine and ma is feminine…) . Now, on to the reviews from chapter 33!

ErikandChristine- Yep! Twice actually I have read it…tis amazing! And, glad you liked the last chapters!

MaskedNicci- Thanks so much for the nice review! And yes, with the quotes thing…I have been told and am going to try to get it fixed…soon…Thanks for reviewing!

Rinny Leonhart Rikku- haha! Good…the game is rather hard…hehe…I have another one I might add in another chapter…and lets say that feeling might be a premonition…

Ram Jas- Haha! Nice theory…and I like that answer…but nope, not it…hehe…and glad you liked the last chapter and a half…

Tallacus- Oooh…closest guess I got, but nope. And yeah, I know the mental stress thing…pokes band

Miss Dusk- Hehe, very interesting, and nope, that isn't it, but good guess!

ginerva.ginny.weasley76- thank you!

Kirsten Rose- hehe, don't worry- the game is rather confusing…and nope, but nice try!

Ok, since the last chapter was half, and this is the rest, I will wait until the next one for reviews for chapter 34 (combined)…enjoy!

Chapter 34 (Part 2)

Ma Drake

i ""If you wish…" his voice was still soft, Jen felt him shaking as he cried and embraced him comfortingly. "Alright, then I will." /i

Jen took a breath then began. "I'll start with what I was like before I came here. I am an American, as you have probably guessed, from Texas to be exact. I was…well…a looser. I mean, not entirely- I had friends and they thought I was cool. But, compared to most of the others, I was nothing worth looking twice at. I was 16, Erik…I still am in a way I guess. I was at Gabby's house, and there was a storm. We woke up here, in the Opera House. I…I don't know anything else. I do know that I made it my job to find you and attempt to seduce you." She was grinning and Erik grunted. "It worked.." he muttered under his breath. "What?"

"Never mind…continue. Have you ever been in love?" he asked. Jen shook her head. "No. Except for you I mean. I have had crushes, but nothing was ever returned. And as far as the person I am in this time…nah, don't think so. I don't really know a lot about my past-future self…the 'me' you see. I'm older…22 I think, I don't know…maybe we could find records in the Opera House sometime." She shrugged. "I look similar to what I did then. Older of course, and a bit thinner, but close enough to tell who I am. But no, you are the first Erik. You are the only person I have ever kissed." The last sentence was a whisper. Jen didn't know why, but it was. Erik smiled sadly. "I could almost say the same. You know who the only other woman was." Jen nodded. "My own mother wouldn't…" Erik said, tears falling once more. Jen sat back, realizing that he had begun his tale. "I know." She said softly, placing her hand on his larger one."

"So I left her. In the dead of night. I doubt she ever cared. It was for her own good, but I doubt she ever realized that." Erik scoffed and Jen sighed sadly. She knew differently. The Kay novel had explained it all. "I think she did." Jen told him, wiping a tear from his face. "I think she did."

"I don't." He growled. Suddenly Erik was dangerous again. Jen knew he was unpredictable, much like herself. Maybe, she thought, he was bipolar. His reaction certainly made it seem plausible. "Why?"

"She refused to touch me…she beat me too. She wouldn't give me a kiss on my birthday. She wouldn't…thank God for Marie. She was the only one who ever cared, though I don't know why. Mademoiselle Perrualt was always so afraid of me, and I was a little demon to her. She saved me though…when I bashed my hands against the mirror that night…" he was crying again. Jen knew the memories were hard on him, she knew that he tried very hard to keep the emotions bottled up and forget his past. Jen also knew that it had to be let out at one point. "She had her reasons. I know, I read a book about you…so far it is close enough. She loved you Erik, she really did. And you loved her. That is why you sent everyone that meant something to her away. That is why you tried to make her happy…" Erik made no comment and Jen lay her head on him, nestling it between his neck and shoulder. "You know it's true." She whispered. He nodded but remained silent. Jen let him cry, she would wait to hear the rest.

Time passed and eventually Erik stopped shaking, falling silent. Jen lay beside him, playing with his hair and simply tried comforting him. She knew it wasn't doing much good, he was barely aware of her presence in his current state. By the time he was calm again, she was half asleep. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't be. Do you want to tell more?" Erik looked at her and nodded with a weak smile. "You are the first to hear all of this. I have told others some, but…never everything…not even Nadir." Jen smiled gently at him. "That means a lot to me. Please, I want to hear."

He smirked. "Probably not, but I will tell anyway. After I left my mother I stumbled upon a gypsy camp. They…treated me like an animal. It was the worst time I have ever known. I was forced to live in a cage like a dog and beaten on a regular basis. Eventually I made a deal with them to let me perform. They grew to fear me and respect me, but I was still an animal to them. I found myself wishing I could escape, wishing I could be normal, even wishing I could be with my mother again. In the end, I learned more of the world in that camp than any man should ever know. I learned how to kill. Death is man's greatest enemy, you know." He was strangely calm again, as if thinking it over for the first time. "And I first learned how to make it an art in that camp." Jen sighed sadly. She knew most of what happened. "Javert." Erik's voice held such contempt, such disgust, such venom that it made Jen shudder. "Are you cold?" he asked suddenly, pulling a blanket around her. "I'm…fine…please don't stop."

"Alright, if you insist…" he seemed rather disappointed that she wanted to hear more. "As I was saying…Javert. He was the worst excuse of a man I have ever known; a plague on humanity. He was so…repulsive. He treated me with more contempt than anyone I have ever known, and I still do not know why. I hated him. I still hate him. I hate the memory of him!" he was almost shouting now. Jen simply listened. "Then, it became too much one night. I could take no more of him. He broke the final straw." The Phantom's voice was deadly quiet all of a sudden. "He tried to…rape…me. I was twelve." Jen twitched at that. It was…well…disturbing. "So I killed him. I made a lasso with his whip and strangled him. And the horrible thing was how good it felt. It made me happy to kill him. Unfortunately, I was spotted and had to run. Madame Giry, just a girl of 16 then, helped me. I do not know why or what made her, but I am eternally thankful."

Jen closed her eyes, but still listened. She found this version of his past interesting. It seemed a mixture of Kay and movie. Interesting, but it worked. "Keep going." She murmured sleepily, getting comfortable.

"That is how I ended up in the Opera House. I stayed there until I was around fifteen I think, maybe a bit older. I can not remember exactly. Then I wanted something different. So I explored Europe, traveling afar, living off what I could make performing. It was more than enough money to keep me well. Eventually I made my way to Russia, where Nadir found me. On behalf of the Shah's mother. I shouldn't have gone. But I did. And there I found peace and death coinciding. It was not the best time of my life."

"No doubt." Jen agreed. "I…there is so much to say…I will tell you some other time." He told her. "After I left Persia with the help of Nadir, I escaped- Nadir was the man who brought me if you were wondering- and I made it back to Europe, and eventually France. I found my mother dead, but strangely, I never cried for her. I never felt sad that she was gone. After that I returned to my lair in the Opera House. I have been OG since then. Of course, I also have some other uses. I helped Garnier for awhile with that Opera House he is building. It should be finishing completion soon I believe, yes? Most likely those who worked at the Populaire will end up there when it is complete. If they don't, I might find a way to help…" He trailed off, looking at Jen, who was fast asleep at his side. He smiled and pushed her long bangs out of her face and kissed her forehead. His unhappy mood had been turned around. It did help, he realized, to tell another of his past. "Good night, Ma Drake."

Author's Note- YAY! I finished…I apologize a great deal for taking so long with this…I just wanted Erik's past to come out right. As you can see, he has a rather Kay past, with some personal twists…and we still have more to learn…but that is for another time. Enjoy!

And, since I don't know if I ever got those pics to work…the links are here:

http/ www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30597758 /

http/ www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30656600 /

If those don't work...my art can be found on Deviant Art under the name AcanyaHelke….